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PSALM 116, Second Part, L. M,
The Saint's Rest.

RETURN, my soul! unto thy rest,

From vain pursuits and maddening cares,
From hourly woes that wring thy breast,
The world's allurements-Satan's snares.
2 Return unto thy rest, my soul !

From all the wanderings of thy thought;
From sickness unto death, made whole-
Safe through a thousand perils brought.
3 Then to thy rest, my soul! return,

From passions every hour at strife;
Sin's works, and ways, and wages spurn---
Lay hold upon eternal life.

4 God is thy rest;—with heart inclined

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To keep his word, that word believe;
Christ is thy rest;-with lowly mind,
His light and easy yoke receive.

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PSALM 116, First Part, C. M.

Thanks for restoring Mercy.

LOVE the Lord;-he heard my cries
And pitied every groan;

Long as I live, when troubles rise,
I'll hasten to his throne.

2 I love the Lord;-he bowed his ear,
And chased my griefs away;

Oh! let my heart no more despair,
While I have breath to pray.

aff 3 My flesh declined, my spirits fell,
And I drew near the dead;
While inward pangs and fears of hell
Perplexed my wakeful head.

4 "My God!" I cried, "thy servant save,
Thou ever good and just!

Thy power can rescue from the grave-
Thy power is all my trust."

5 The Lord beheld me sore distressed,
He bade my pains remove:
Return, my soul! to God, thy rest,
For thou hast known his love.

6 My God hath saved my soul from death,
And dried my falling tears;
Now to his praise I'll spend my breath,
And my remaining years.

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PSALM 116, Second Part, C. M.
Vows made in Trouble, paid in the Church.
WHAT shi his kindness shown?
shall I render to my God,

For all

My feet shall visit thine abode,
My songs address thy throne.

2 Among the saints that fill thy house,
My offering shall be paid;

There shall my zeal perform the vows
My soul in anguish made.

3 How much is mercy thy delight,
Thou ever-blessed God!

How dear thy servants in thy sight-
How precious is their blood!
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How great thy grace to me!

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My life, which thou hast made thy care,
Lord! I devote to thee.

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Nor shall my purpose move;

Thy hand hath loosed my bonds of pain,
And bound me with thy love.

6 Here, in thy courts, I leave my vow,
And thy rich grace record;

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Witness, ye saints! who hear me now,
If I forsake the Lord.

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PSALM 116, 7s.

Help from God in Time of Trouble.
THOU God who hearest prayer,
Every hour and every where!
Listen to my feeble breath,
Now I touch the gates of death;
For his sake whose blood I plead,
Hear me in the hour of need.

2 Hear and save me, gracious Lord!
For my trust is in thy word;

Wash me from the stain of sin,
That thy peace may rule within;
May I know myself thy child,
Ransomed, pardoned, reconciled.
3 Thou art merciful to save-

Thou hast snatched me from the grave;
I would kiss the chastening rod,
O my Father and my God!
Only hide not now thy face,
God of all-sufficient grace!

4 Leave me not, my strength, my trust!
Oh! remember I am dust:

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Leave me not again to stray;
Leave me not the tempter's prey:
Fix my heart on things above;
Make me happy in thy love.

PSALM 117, L. M.

Exhortation to Universal Praise.

FROM all dwell below

ROM all that dwell below the skies,
Let the Creator's praise arise;

Let the Redeemer's name be sung,
Through every land, by every tongue.

2 Eternal are thy mercies, Lord!
Eternal truth attends thy word;

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Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore,
Till suns shall rise and set no more.

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PSALM 117, C. M.

Praise to God from all Nations.

ALL ye nations! praise the Lord,
Each with a different tongue;
In every language learn his word,
And let his name be sung.

2 His mercy reigns through every land,-
Proclaim his grace abroad;

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For ever firm his truth shall stand,-
Praise ye the faithful God.

PSALM 117, S. M.

Praise to God for his Truth and Grace.

1 THY name, almighty Lord!

Shall sound through distant lands;

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Great is thy grace, and sure thy word;
Thy truth for ever stands.

2 Far be thine honor spread,

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And long thy praise endure,
Till morning light, and evening shade,
Shall be exchanged no more

PSALM 117, H. M.

Universal Praise.

JEHOVAH'S praise sublime

Through the wide earth be sung; .
Ye realms of every clime!

Ye tribes of every tongue!
His infinite compassion bless-
His ever-during faithfulness.

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Praise from all Lands.

LL ye nations! praise the Lord;
All ye lands! your voices raise;
Heaven and earth with loud accord,
Praise the Lord-for ever praise.
2 For his truth and mercy stand,
Past, and present, and to be,
Like the years of his right hand,--
Like his own eternity.

S Praise him, ye who know his love!
Praise him, from the depths beneath,
Praise him in the heights above;
Praise your Maker,-all that breathe!

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PSALM 118, L. M.

A new Song of Salvation by Christ.

O! what a glorious corner-stone
The Jewish builders did refuse!
But God hath built his church thereon,
In spite of envy, and the Jews.

2 Great God! the work is all divine,—
The joy and wonder of our eyes!
This is the day that proves it thine-
The day that saw our Saviour rise.

3 Sinners! rejoice, and, saints! be glad;
Hosanna! let his name be blest:

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A thousand honors, on his head,

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Let the whole church address their King,
With hearts of joy, and songs of praise.

PSALM 118, First Part, C. M,

Deliverance from a Tumult.

THE Lord appears my helper now,
Nor is my faith afraid

What all the sons of earth can do,
Since heaven affords its aid.

2 'T is safer, Lord! to hope in thee,
And have my God my friend,
Than trust in men of high degree,
And on their truth depend.

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In him my lips rejoice ;
While his salvation is my song,

How cheerful is my voice!

4 Joy, to the saints, and peace belongs;
The Lord protects their days;

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Let Israel tune immortal songs
To his almighty grace.

PSALM 118, Second Part, C. M.

Public Praise for Deliverance.

LORD!

ORD! thou hast heard thy servant cry,
And rescued from the grave;—

Now shall he live-for none can die,

Whom God resolves to save.

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Thy hand, that hath chastised him sore,
Defends him still from death.

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For we will worship there;-
The house, where all the righteous go
Thy mercy to declare.

4 Among th' assemblies of thy saints,
Our thankful voice we raise;